Boys and Life...

Good morning! I am sweet and happy and almost crawling!

And the babies...they are growing. They weren't as active yesterday and I feared our neighbor's cat had done away with their mama. (She's been stalking the nest for a while now.) Little Bit and I snuck around the back side of the house and stood still in the yard for quite some time...and finally we saw her! I'm so glad she's okay!

We made a HUGE treat this weekend...jello. Per Little Man's request. And we ate with the family sherbet cups! They sure dressed things up.

A recent thrift store find. At $35, I hesitated. You can't tell from the picture, but it's rather small. Almost like someone shrunk it a bit, but I snatched her up, nonetheless. Sister and I began prying brass tacks off yesterday afternoon. We have grand plans to paint her light, light, light pink and reupholster her. I think she will be lovely in Sister's room! And just the right size.

I just wanted to keep it real. Life, that is. This is what my living room looks like today. I am utterly convinced that God is in the details - even the seemingly insignificant ones. Little Man needed shorts. I went through our tubs of "to grow into" hand me downs, I scoured the thrift store, but all to no avail. I'd resigned myself to paying retail (you know, on sale at Target retail). While I scoured those thrift store racks, I'd asked God to lead me to shorts for Little Man...while He didn't provide via the thrift store, only a few days later, and before my planned Target trip, a friend dropped off a few garbage size bags of hand me downs...with at least FIVE pairs of shorts that are a perfect fit. (And I am a little bit picky.) I know God answered my prayer. And for a lot less.

We're still working in the den/soon to be library. T emptied the only standing bookshelf and has begun building bases for what will become wall to wall book shelves! Hooray!

Until then, we're living like this. And that's alright.

Warrior. Warrior. Need I say more? In case you aren't clear as to what that is, er, was...it was an extension cord. I'd let him out, and when I let him back in, well, at over 100lbs, he ran right past me, jerking his collar from my hand, and darted under the bed. I'm not real good at getting a huge beast out from under the bed. I figured eventually, he'd come out.

He came out alright, after he'd chewed the last bit of cord that was plugged into the wall. Did he get shocked? Not hard enough if you ask me.

And a little bit more of life...

"Many women admit that raising boys has been a special challenge...Boys are bent on making messes, teasing the other siblings, racing through the house, and challenging the every decision and order that comes their way."

-Dr. James Dobson from Bringing Up Boys

This is what he used...

To do this.

I'll never understand. And that's okay.

Laugh With Me...

Sunday:

4:30 pm MW gets sent to her bed until "Daddy comes home"

4:31 pm Warrior begins crying and pawing at the kennel door

4:45 pm I nurse MC

5:05 pm Little man has a blow out, requiring an immediate bath, as well as toilet seat sanitation (for the fourth time in 48 hours - he has a little bug)...Warrior's still crying

5:20 pm MC is screaming

5:21 pm Little Man "trusts a poot" and wha-la...a tub FULL of diarrhea

5:25 pm tub is drained, little man is told to stand still in the rear of the tub while I, uh-hum, wash out what didn't drain

5:26 pm Little Man disobeys, begins jumping, I tell him to stop, he disobeys and slips and hits his head

5:27 pm Little Man and MC are both screaming and the phone is ringing

finally I get everyone calmed down and baby put to bed...Little Man is running through the house naked and Warrior is STILL crying and pawing at his kennel door

fast forward...

Monday:

3 am Little Man is crying...I go to investigate...he's had a blow out and his little booty is raw (this happened the night before...about the same time). I carry him to the tub, bathe him, tell him stories about snakes in an effort to distract him from the sting...strip off soiled sheets, sanitize EVERYTHING (I am so thankful for lysol and clorox and dial bath soap!).

3:53 am back in bed

4:20-ish am Little Man's crying again...T settles him this time...he'd had a bad dream?

7:00 am Warrior is crying and pawing at his kennel door...MC wakes to nurse and MW comes down and has had an accident in her bed (she hasn't done this in over a year...what are the odds?)

7:20 am MC is content, MW is bathed, we go to get Warrior out to let him potty and eat...too late. He's pooped in his kennel and eaten most of it...disgusting

7:21 am MC is screaming. I haul the kennel outside and proceed to disassemble it, spray it out, sanitize the stew out of it, and bathe the dog

7:50 am I haul said kennel up to MW's room and run back downstairs to settle MC

8:15 am MC is down, I strip MW's bed and begin the first of at least three loads of soiled laundry...

Happy Monday!

5...and INSANE

Little Bit (MC) slept five, count 'em...FIVE hours last night...and the night before. Oh I hope, hope, hope she'll do it again tonight!!!

And for the insane part...T spent some time on the phone with the vet...and $19 on a book about dogs...and several hours on the internet...and then made a few phone calls...and...shhhhh...don't tell MW...he's going to check out some puppies. They are two weeks old. About the same age as MC! INSANE. We have a new baby. This, THIS, is insane! (And I'm excited about it!!!)

MW's been patiently waiting for a new puppy...since Cookie departed...MW wants a girl, but the vet suggested a boy. So...a boy it will be. 

T wants to check out these puppies completely before we breathe a word of 'em to MW. You know how little girls are.

I've been totally upfront with T and MW, that I cannot, absolutely CANNOT do a puppy and a newborn. 

They've committed themselves to the task.

This will be interesting...

I'll keep you posted.